Why are we happy when England lose?
Bit of a philosophical question and a bit OT. I’m half English (my old man was English) but I shouted “YES!” both times Croatia scored last night. Is the pleasure we take down to our desire to see the pundits and commentators’ noses rubbed in it? The jingoism of the Engerland fans? Or is it more down to a desire to see our richer neighbours fall on their arses the way you might enjoy when your own rich neighbours get a dent on their Rolls Royce? Or does it relate to our Scottish reluctance to embrace some time-built sense of imperialistic supremacy?
Discuss....